"This man was in one of the cells, and he is to be brought before the magistrate this morning. They searched him and took his handkerchief from him."
"It is not customary to do that?"
"No, Sir. But this man—I don't know his name—had two handkerchiefs. The searcher thought that was one too many," said Drudge, with the glimmer of a smile, "and took one."
"Why do you tell me all this?" asked Jennings impatiently.
"Because the handkerchief was scented with the same perfume as the handkerchief of Mrs. Herne I picked up. The moment I smelt it I thought of her coming back for the bag. The scent is so strange and strong that I thought it just as well to mention it to you. You are interested in Mrs. Herne, sir, so if this man uses the same scent—"
"Quite so. You have acted very wisely. Where was the man arrested?"
"At a place near Rexton. He was trying to get a drink and gave a shilling—it was false. The inspector will show it to you, sir. And another queer thing, Mr. Jennings, this man had some rags and a bottle of petroleum on him."
"Humph! Perhaps he intended to set fire to some place. Have you heard of any fire?"
"No, sir, not near Rexton."
"At what time was the man arrested?"